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[starry-voidss]

starry • ae/ey/they

→ my carrd is here

-> my bluesky is here

→ current main interests: linguistics, my ocs, vocaloid

-> this blog mainly runs on a queue

→ sideblogs:

@starry-in-borderland - my alice in borderland sideblog !

@nameless-stars - art & ocs blog !

@meeting-you-in-the-multiverse snippets of oc writing !

@the-cave-colonies - a blog for a warriors-inspired comic !

the others are a secret you get to discover 💛

[identityarchitect]

making up oc lore: fuck yes a little guy just for me

writing down oc lore: what the fuck

[identityarchitect]

oh also

making up oc worldbuilding: this makes complete and utter sense and is really easy to understand! i cant wait to show my friends

showing your friend your worldbuilding: the flrimble is basically a type of zimzam but sort of different, its hard to explain

[starry-voidss]

honestly i thought the backrooms would finally escape the whole “fandom obsesses over that one white man” thing bc the two characters on screen for 95% of the film are a woman and a Black man. WHAT are people doing with that white boy who dies at the start. what the fuck

[galdricage]

honestly the fact that theres more bloodymary content, a crackship that has nothing to do with either canon, than carlxgrace content is really telling. they literally went on a date to lowes. they made a baby. why are we not drawing them kissing or whatever

[starry-voidss]

you know? me getting back into genshin in 2026 was not on my bucket list.

[starry-voidss]

listen most of the time i don’t care very strongly about ships but everyone SHUT UP i will be posting ABOUT THIS for FOREVER

[starry-voidss]

do i make a heavily canon noncompliant genshin au.

[starry-voidss]

listen most of the time i don’t care very strongly about ships but everyone SHUT UP i will be posting ABOUT THIS for FOREVER

[starry-voidss]

SOMEONE MADE A HEAT ABNORMAL CHAEYA ANIMATIC OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. <- heat abnormal is aer favorite vsynth song

[emptiiroomz]

pride art with my ocs that i forgor to post 🔥

[lovetechnique]

me at any point in time: I have got to listen to more music I have got to watch more movies I have got to read more books I have got t

[starry-voidss]

shoutout to that chaeya fic where the summary included that they got Accidentally engaged and i was so baffled i tried to read it but i was three chapters in and it hadnt happened and the characterization was so bad i had to give up

[whyenn-reader]

good art doesnt exist. you can't make it.

[whyenn-reader]

you're free now.

[inkskinned]

i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.

[inkskinned]

i wrote this 7 years ago, somehow. every day someone else finds it and whispers to me - oh, i understand this. something always turns in the wash of my stomach: i am so, so glad you feel seen. i wish you had no idea what this post was about.

i wrote this while working in a program for new writers. on wednesdays, two of the teachers would be contractually obligated to read our writing aloud to the group of 300+ teens. i had never read my work in public before. i had something like 6k poems and was panicking about it. none of them are good enough. sometimes the train is howling. it is hard, actually, sometimes, even as an adult.

and then i thought - what is one thing i wish i could tell all of them. each of these 300 kids. what did i need to hear, at 16?

i wanted to tell them about the day you wake up, and the sun feels warm finally. i wanted to tell them about carving a life out of soapstone, your hands turning bloody. i wanted to tell them that sometimes yes - it actually does feel easy. i wanted to tell them about weddings and cookie dough and long road trips. about albums of new music and old friends laughing and the sound of snow falling.

you will learn the pattern of the train. you will learn to close your eyes when you hear the engine rumbling. you will learn to let yourself have the grey days in their lily-soft numbness. sometimes it will feel like life is wet paint, and god has smeared your canvas across a sewer grate. sometimes it will be so boring it isn’t even pronounceable - the tenacious, soundless blankness. survival isn’t just ugly nights and wild mornings. it is also the steady, unimportant moments. it is just driving with your seatbelt on. it is calling a friend on the way home. it is burying your face into the fur of your dog.

when i had finished reading this poem aloud, the auditorium was silent for a solid minute. someone stood up to take a picture of where it had been projected onto a screen, and then three more people followed the action, and then - like a bad internet story, people remembered they were supposed to be clapping. kids came up to me after it - thank you for writing that. i think i hear a train coming.

i would write this differently now, i think, but it has been 7 years. i still live by the tracks. i also haven’t picked up a blade in over 10 years. the scars are still there, but these days i only pick up scissors to cut my hair. i know why you can’t tell your mom about it. i know how the numbness slips over everything, a restless horrible cotton. i know how when you dropped the dish, you weren’t crying about the broken glass. i know about feeling like all the roads have closed their exits, that you aren’t supposed to still-be-here - and yet.

i am still here, and still yours, and i haven’t forgotten. what i’m saying is if any hope is calling to you - i know it’s hard, but you have to listen. i’m saying keep driving, but slow down the car. sit down in the shower, i’m not judging you. we can stay in the dark with the good hot water and do nothing but stare. notice the stab wound. make it through another tuesday.

i know what it is like to miss yourself. do what you need to. come home to me. i am writing to you, my past self, from the future. i’ll be waiting for you.

and when the train is coming - please move.

[gaudebo]

do any of you want to hear abt my Black Ryland Grace headcanon

[gaudebo]

excellent. i am enabled once more.

this post is inspired in part by this one by @cheshirepirouette and sponsored in part by convos w @asteriis and @indouscurse here’s to y’all!! this post also goes out to my brothers, who are pale as hell for reasons unbeknownst to all of us (this is a joke).

like any good headcanon, this started as a joke because i thought to myself: Ryland sounds like the type of name that somebody’s Black child would have and only use on church sundays. nobody actually has ever called him that in his whole entire life, except maybe his mama SOMETIMES and that’s why he doesn’t remember it right away. i feel like every Black person knows somebody who is called literally anything except their god given name. people call him lil r, lil grace, gracie, ry, ryry, riri, RG, lando, mr. grace, dr. grace, but nobody calls him Ryland, which is part of why he Can’t Remember for so long.

so of course i went back to the source material to see if he ever actually mentioned being white anywhere and unfortunately it is very much at the beginning of the book. so THEN i started to think about how i could get around that while remaining at least largely canon compliant (as a little treat for myself). what i came up with is what i have affectionately dubbed my “litebrite baby” headcanon.

grace was not particularly dark skinned to begin with, and then spent years in a coma with literally no sunlight. he is downright vampiric by the time that he wakes up, and upon seeing his white ass skin, assumes that he is in his own words, a Caucasian male.

unfortunately for him, this fits in really well with his theme of lack of identity and lack of connection. i think for most Black people it would be extremely hard to forget that we’re Black regardless of how light or dark our skin tone is. but throughout the book, even when Grace is thinking about his old, slowly resurfacing memories, he never thinks about family, he never thinks about friends. except for his students and Project Hail Mary, he is completely unmoored.

i’ve seen a few different headcanons for why this might be: he was an only child whose single parent died young, he was cut off by his parents for some reason or another, he just isn’t ever triggered to remember. but no matter the reason, grace is disconnected from crucial aspects of himself. i think that by making him Black, and his Blackness something he can’t remember, it add an extra heartbreaking layer to his characterization. Blackness is such a communal experience, and when it’s not, it leaves behind an ache. growing up Black in White Suburbia i know well both the experience of clinging to one’s own in a hostile world AND the hurt that comes with being severed from one’s community. grace loses so much of himself with the amnesia, unable to recall who he is at the deepest of levels, and i think if he could remember to grieve it, it would devastate him.

i do think he would remember eventually, either when his hair starts growing out (because in the book Armando shaves him iirc), or when he can finally catch a glimpse of his reflection clearly, or when he has a memory of someone in his family. my personal belief is he has a memory beamed directly into his brain of asking “Mama, am I white?” and his poor, long-suffering mom saying, “Now who the hell told you that?”

and then it still never becomes relevant because he has negative desire to explain the nuances of human racial categories to an alien who quite literally cannot see color.

[gaudebo]

he occupies all my thoughts

[reaperdrawsart]

"꒐ ꉔꋬꋊ ꇙꋬ꒦ꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂꂵ. ꅐꏂ ꉔꋬꋊ ꇙꋬ꒦ꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂꂵ"

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[wordfather]

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